Thread 70: Stories 16-30

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>SA
"???"
~~~

For once, just once, Shining Armor was getting work done.

This was pretty rare, considering. It was rarer than expected he would be here, toiling away at his desk, doing his Empire's vast paperwork at impressive speeds with nothing to hinder him. Normally, around this time, the door would open and-

SLAM!

>...I see.

The tall, statuesq mare on the other end of the door gave him a look, just a look, and that was all he needed to see. Resigned, he leaned back, spread his hooves wide, and gestured to that tempting bit of organization in front of him. To her credit, the royal on the other side paused, seeming to ask if he was sure, and only after he nodded in resignation did she step forwards, up to his desk...

And flop on her back atop it, giggling like crazy as she flung her massive frame this way and that, wings flapping and horn scraping all the while. This continued on for quite some time, and it was only when she had wrecked positively everything with her higher frame that she stopped, going limp and letting her forelegs rest against her chest.

>...You done?

She just gave a hum of satisfaction, and that was that.

With a sigh, he plopped his chin forwards onto her chest, just below her forelegs, and slumped in defeat.

>That bad, Celly?

The white princess let out a slightly tried sigh, head rolling to the side to look out at the door just beyond.

"...I had to make Applejack feel bad."

>Ah. Well, to be fair, I guess you owed her one.

She playfully bopped him on the cheek, childishly chiding him.

"I didn't want to do it, and I don't feel vindicated for doing it... I just feel bad."

He rolled on his cheek, looking her in the face as he buried himself in her alabaster fur.

>... And thus, you took it out on my paperwork. No caring for Shiny, no feeling bad for Shiny, oh no, just poor Applejack.


She giggled. Like a little filly, she giggled, draping her forelegs over his head and crushing him slightly in her grip.

"Poor widdle Shiny."

>Yep.

"Never get annnny work done."

>That's correct.

"Poooor Shiny, everyone picks on him."

>Me in a nutshell.

She sighed, content, as she let her head fling back, ever waving mane ruffling what few papers had gotten caught under her massive frame. She kept her grip on his head, keeping him pressed against her as tightly as she could. For his part, he did not seem to mind.

"...I needed this, so much."

He just hummed, giving her a pleasant vibration against her chest.

"I'm serious, I was feeling utterly awful all day today. I made her cry, Shiny."

>Sorry you had to go that far. Will it help, in the long run?

"I certainly hope so."

>Well, then you'll feel better when things start to improve. Up till that point, feel free to destroy my paperwork.

"Won't Chrysalis be jealous?"

>She's got to learn to share properly eventually.

She sighed again, going pleasantly limp as her troubles slowly began to ebb away from her shoulders.

"...Sometimes I wish you were still over there... with me. I feel so overwhelmed sometimes with all these other princesses and not princesses and chaos beings and students... and I have nobody to blame but myself for them existing. I wanted them, I'm happy I have them, but sometimes I wish it was just you and me over there, just like it used to be."

>Would probably save on the magic, I admit, and would be faster for you to get at my paperwork.

"Mmmhmm... Shiny?"

Curiously, her head tilted up, just a bit, just enough to look into his own curious, questioning eye.

"...You ever wonder what life would be like if things were... different? If things hadn't turned out like this? Gone a different way?"

>...Sometimes.

"Oh?"

>Obviously. If some things hadn't happened, I wonder if things would have been worse, or better, or just... different. Why, do you?

"...Sometimes."

He hummed again, mixing in with yet another sigh. His head rolled back to the side, pressing his ear against her chest and letting him hear her heartbeat.

>Can't help but wonder, I guess.

They relaxed, nothing more to be said. Just relaxed, and enjoyed the moment of silence, when nothing more was going wrong. No threats, no worries, no invasions, no nothing but just them in this tiny little room, away from the world.

"...Shiny?"

>Hm?

"Thanks. For being there, even if things did change."

>...Anytime, Celestia. Anytime.

It wouldn't last, of course. They would return to their lives, soon enough. Return to the work, and the threats, and the chaos and the questions. But for now... everything was quiet.

For now, things were exactly how they should be...

And everything was perfect.

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NC
>AJ
""Sunset""

>Sunset...ah...Ah need yer help in controllin' mah magic, it needs some uh, fine tuning, let's say

"Your "Magic"....yes...tell me more"

>Uhhh, I was gonna ask you that

"Of course.....[Hisssssssss]

>Sunny yer scarin' me

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>SA
"2"
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>....

"..."

>...

"..."

>...Walk me through this.

"Ya' sure ya' wanna know?"

>Two, I am going to be perfectly, sincerely honest with you right now. Right now, you are sitting on my desk, in a pink bunny costume, carrying a basket full of tye-dye colored eggs. I need to know this. I NEED to know why this is a thing. I will not be fulfilled, as a pony, if you do not right this second explain every single step that has led to what I am seeing. I need to know this, from the start, so make it happen.

"...Okay, soooo, I wanted some eggs cause I was gonna do egg stuff."

>With you so far.

"But the chickens are afraid o' me cause I gots giant fangy bits and my hair kinda looks like Ah'm gonna kick trees, it's just got that look ta' it."

>Yep.

"Soooo, I figure, ya' know what I need ta' be like? A bunny! Nobody is scared of a bunny! Come on, who's scared of bunnies... unless yer' like, a carrot pony or somethin. Are carrot ponies a thing?"

>Don't have any idea.

"Anyway, chickens ain't carrot ponies."

>I am putting that on a poster and nobody can stop me.

"So, I put the bunny costume on so I can go get in there and get the eggs."

>The basket?

"Well, I tried puttin' 'em in the holes, but..."

>Fell through the holes?

"I don't think they're s'posed ta' be made fer eggs."

>Sound logic. So, you put them in the basket....

"But then Ah' was like "OH NO! If the chickens see me with their eggs, they're gonna be mad and peck me!" so then I thought "What if I DIDN'T have their eggs?" so I colored 'em! Chickens ain't gonna be lookin' for a bunny with colored eggs, just white ones!"

>...I can't argue that, I guess.

"Yeah!"

>Just out of curiosity, what was the 'egg stuff' you were planning on doing?

"Duuhhhh! Hiding them!"

>...Hiding them.

"Right! Cause not-mom says someone keeps takin' all her eggs, so I was like "If I put 'em where nobody knows where they are, nobody'll take 'em!"

>How many eggs are we talking?

"... I can't count that high."

>Well, at least you remember where you put them, right?

"The castle! And the garden, and the street, and... lots of places."

>Mean more specifically.

"...Uh..."

>So, to recap, there are now a lot of multicolored eggs hidden around the castle, and we need to find them before they go rotten and stink up the place.

"...Ah' feel like my plan fell apart at the end there."

>I can see why... whelp! Go get your various familial members, we're going on an egg hunt.

"...My what?"

>Go get your mother, Teeny, Forty Two, Not-Mom, Auntielestia, Auntie Twilight, you know who I mean.

"Kay. Ya' want me ta' get outta the bunny costume?"

>...No.

"KAY! YAAAY! EGG HUNTIN'!... Can we do this every year?"

>I see zero reason why anyone would do this more than once, period.

"Yeah it's kinda silly."

>...Go on.

"EGG HUNTIN! YAAAAYYYYYY!"

>...This is totally worth the fact we're never going to find them all...

"YAAAAYYYY!"

>...Totally worth it.

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 >Cadence
"18"
'Rarity'
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"Oh dear mercy yes, yesyesyesyes, this is what I needed. This spa is what I needed, all of it."

>Tooooold you so. You all complain about 'oh, you're always getting hooficures or worrying about your looks or blahblahblah, but you know why I have no stress wrinkles? THIS! This right here!

"That and you don't do any paperwork."

>Hey! I've been doing great since they arrived, haven't I, Rarity?

'Well, darling, uh... let's not get too full of ourselves, it's bad to be so prideful after all.'

>She does it!

"Mmmmmgmgmgmgmmg..."

'There is a thin line between pride in capabilities and pride in accomplishments.'

"Bllblbllbl...."

>I cannot believe this! I thought you were going to take my side on this one!

'Oh, I am!... Just, uh... when you actually are winning.'

"Hgglglglglglg..."

>This is because I won't give you my Crystal Fleece for your dress, isn't it?

'I'VE DONE SO MUCH FOR YOU! AND YOU THROW IT BACK IN MY FACE!'

>Rarity, that stuff is worth eight hundred thousand bits per square foot, and it's precisely because crystal pony hair is hard to weave.

'BE! TRAY! AL!'

>...I brought you to the spa, though!

'Only after she found some extra funds.'

"Kkkklklklkllk..."

>WELL I- is she drowning? She had not come up for air for a while, and she has been making a lot of noises.

'...Cadence? Darling? When is the last time she slept?'

>Uh... tuesday.

'Oh, that's not so bad, it's only thursday. Even I've gone two days without-'

>Last tuesday.

'...Last as in the one just before, or...'

>...

"...Blub...."

>...

'...'

"...."

>...OH FU

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 >Spitfire
"42"
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>Sooo, I'm noticing our army has very few guns.

"First off, our army? Please."

>Fine, I'm noticing the EMPIRE'S army is lacking in guns. You know, them Empire I legally immigrated to a week ago.

"Seriously?"

>I just walked in the room, five minutes and I was out. Cadence is a fucking MACHINE.

"...No comment."

>Point is, us, guns, what's up with that?

"I do not know what you're talking about, we're well stocked on heavy munitions."

>No, we're stocked on rocket launchers. Not small arms.

"Oh... I don't know how to use those."

>...You don't know how to use them.

"I do not."

>But you know how to use cannons.

"Of course, cannons are all about aiming quickly, holding steady in the blink of an eye, and having a firm grasp on your surroundings and the potential damage you can cause. All of these things I excel in, and as a result the soldiers I train excel in them."

>Okay?

"Small arms are just about aiming and making sure nothing is between you and the target, that's it. No worrying about collapsing structures or nearby shrapnel, no worrying about holding steady against a massive kickback, point and click. I'm not very good with that."

>Uh huh....

"...Are you?"

>Nope, never fired a gun in my life. Just thought I'd point it out.

"Well, I've considered bringing Spike down here for some side training, but in hindsight that might not be the best idea."

>Point, I guess? Just think we should bring in someone.

"...I will contact that one individual, Pennydrop I think her name was? She has a training robot. It might be sufficient."

>Sounds like a plan.

"...It is good you're taking an interest in your new home."

>Hey, I'm just glad you're all not trying to toss me out for being terrible.

"I've considered it."

>Heh.

"..."

>...Don't joke much, do you?

"What do you mean? My fallback career was a standup comedian."

>...

"..."

>...Heh.

"Told you. I bring the laughs."

>Pfft.

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>My fallback career was a standup comedian."
>42/Maud comedy duo
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~LIVE FROM THE EMPIRE! IT'S DRILLBUG AND THE ROCK!~

>What do you call someone who does not know how to mine rocks?

"Lots of things... mining rocks is one job."

*Applause!*

"How do you stop a runny nose."

>Punching it.

*Exploding laughter!*

>What do you call a stone you can't break?

"Harder than the pressure I am exerting."

*Laughing grows uncontrollable.*

"What do you call something you can't punch?"

>Something that needs a good kick.

*They laugh so hard they choke, dying in droves with smiles on their faces.*

>We are killing it tonight.

"...That is a fact."

*The laughter reaches deafening levels... then is silent.*

>...We love you Empire!

"You have been a great audience."

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 >Chrysalis
"Citrine"
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>So, are they behaving themselves?

"...Define behaving."

>Have they set anything on fire?

"No."

>Have they punched you in the face?

"Nope."

>Have they punched anyone of any other species in the face.

"Nu-uh."

>Have they broken something?

"Have not."

>Have they broken into something, impersonated someone, drained someone, shot someone, cut someone, or spoke words of conquering this land?

"None of that, no."

>Then they're behaving.

"...I see you have very low standards."

>I call them 'optimistic'.

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It definitely wasn't so much the atmosphere that had her on the edge, as it was the fact the abrasive, awe-striking titan was literally not caring a single iota, as an underage, relatively small child threw a teary tantrum and continuously pounded their little, powerless hooves into her leg; to which the tiny colt barely reached a half of the corded, muscled limb.

She had seen some rather bad, unsavoury ponies in her particular line of work throughout the years, and she was certain that Chitania, as vile, evil, or just plain venomous as other ponies made her out to be, wasn't actually all that nasty if you didn't attack her outright.

Like the foal was doing.

But instead of growling with the ferocity a Ursa Major couldn't even hope to muster, at the irritating whines of this young colt, instead of doing anything negative of the sort; she simply refused to pay him a sliver of attention.

Well... until the naive kid said something that clearly was not something he should of even remotely thought about...

"YOU'RE A MEAN LADY! YOU BROKE DADDY'S STORE! Y-YOU... I BET YOUR MUM ISN'T PROUD OF YOU! I BET YOU'RE GONNA SPEND LIFE ALONE!"

She visibly flinched, physically, and mentally, as Chitania's eyes stopped meticulously scanning the page of her current book, and her entire body froze up, just for a mere second. But it was just enough for her to notice.

She would have been lying horribly if she were to say that what happened next was very pleasing to see.

Chitania craned her head around to look down upon the colt, who's bright eyes were now locked in abject terror, upon the titans own.

"Y-you..." was all the scared child could squeak out.

"Me." returned the statement from Chitania.

After what seemed like eons right there in the comfy confines of the library, Chitania just... grinned.

What?

"Kid, you mistook bravery for stupidity, I could eat you if I wanted. But it's pretty tough to hit and insult someone who is quince your size." Chitania's expression took on a faint ghost of a smile. "...Reminds me of the time I went toe-to-toe with a dragonling as a filly."

"You w-what...?" whispered the child. "T-that sounds awesome..."

Seemingly the kid forgot he was hating on the changeling force-become-pony literal seconds ago, and instead turned to bombarding the titan not with his hooves, but questions.

Chitania actually seemed... elated, to be admired by this tiny colt. It was a lovely thing to see, she truly believed. This colt didn't have a inkling of what this pony had done, what she would do, and neither did she herself, the tag-along; but none of it mattered right now to him. Daddy probably said the massive changeling was a monster, and the kid made his own assumptions after, but now he had a rather different view.

Eventually the colt, tired of talking and having the attention span that kids usually possess, went off elsewhere for fun, kid related things, instead of talking like silly, adult ponies do.

And Chitania still had a pleased expression. She'd even handed the foal some of her rather expensive chocolate she'd been brought.

She, the small, lavender-white earth pony, simply didn't have the ability to re-iterate her thoughts in such a dignified manner as to compliment the writers own style of typing, and simply went with a:

"Huh... don' that beat all?"

Chitania simply laughed.

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 >Pennydrop
"Snake Eyes"

>You're an asshole.

"This has been established."

>No, seriously? Seriously. You. BIIIIIIIG ASSHOLE!

The two stand in Pennydrop's office, Penny massaging her temples, Snake Eyes looking thoroughly nonplussed.

"You said you wanted-"

>I said I wanted Screwloose, I am very particular with my words. Are you just getting so old you can't even follow instructions anymore? Frank didn't have these problems...

"You huffed."

>Yes?

"You literally huffed."

>Yeah?

"..."

>WHAT!?

"Nothing...youfuckingchild."

>What was that last bit?

"I sneezed."

>Bull. Shit. You said something there, I know it!

"Look, let's call this whole thing a mulligan, okay? I really really just want this whole thing behind me so if I just owe you the favor still, I'll-"

>Two.

Snake Eyes went rigid, eyes widening.

"What?"

Pennydrop smirked.

>Two. You owe me two favors now. One for the job you did NOT complete to satisfaction and one for the damages of you not completing the job.

"...you piece of-"

>And if what Frank said about you was right, you're going to go through with this. Because you're the ONLY fucking freelance spy on this planet that is DUMB enough to keep a code of-and I use this word extreeeemely loosely- honor.

"..."

Snake Eyes grit his teeth.

>Oh don't look at me like that, you should have cashed in those favors with Frank before he died, now you're stuck with me until these two favors are completed. Then you can go off to that beach in Haywaii and pay some mares to pretend they actually care about you.

"...what are the favors."

>Well I'm going to keep one right in my back pocket for now. The other...

Pennydrop turned in her chair, a smirk coming across her face as she looked out at the Brainbox.

>...what do ya know about 'Stalliongrad'?

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>Screwloose
"12"

"Well this is...pretty comfy now that I'm looking at it."

The changeling and pony stood in the doorway of the laboratoy, their minder having been helpfully told that he didn't need to follow them in...mostly with a varied amount of obscenities. The room itself was a combination of workplace and living space, one end playing host to several tables stacked high with notes, a blackboard-the piles obscuring what was drawn and written upon it-and all the miscellaneous equipment a scientist would need. The other side was home to a set up not unlike a small apartment, a bed, a fridge, a dining table, etc.

>Hm, well I suppose it's better than a shack in Vanhoover.

Screwloose stepped forward into the room, looking everything over, 12 following dutifully behind.

"I notice there's only one bed."

>Hmph don't flatter yourself, pervert, though I'm sure darling Penny will be more than happy to supply a doggy bed.

"Yeah...yeah I suppose...so...uh..."

Something caught 12's eye, something drawn on the blackboard. He walked towards it.

>If that imbecile was right, this room was going to belong to some team that was working on a certain type of infusion. Married couple, if he's to be believed. Wonder how they slipped through the cracks...

"Screws..."

>Hm?

"What are we doing here?"

>What do you mean?

"What are we doing here?"

The question was repeated, 12 was sat in front of the blackboard, eyes wide, mouth agape. Screwloose approached him, eyes catching the blackboard.

>Hm...

It was a changeling, diagrammed, various formulas scribbled to the side. The phrase 'BLOOD IS THE KEY' underlined several times over.

>Well...I believe WE is selling things a bit different from what they are.

12 looked at her, a tinge of fear spreading across him as she got close...and closer.

>You are here to ensure I stay balanced nice and safe on the thin line between maddened genius and abject psychosis, mostly via hoofrubs. And I...well...

She stepped over to a nearby work table, taking out a beaker full of what appeared to be the same blood the board was talking about.

>I'm going to live in my little room, and with this little beaker, and those little notes...

A smile spread across her face...wide...wider, as far as it could go.

>And I'm going to play understudy to Faust herself. Heh...heheheheh...

And she laughed. She laughed loud, louder than he'd ever heard her.

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>Pinkie
"Redheart "
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>Welcome to Late Night /pa/ with your host Pinkie Pie! It's during this time that content doesn't matter and it's the perfect time to play catch up! Now for our main guest...NURSE REDHEART!!!

"Huh?"

>I'm soooo behind that I've finally caught up to my regular time! Ahhh, you take one little break to go on a trip and things get messy! I have to ask, did anypony get hurt while we were back in Ponyville?

"Um, I don't thi-"

>There you have it! Proof that disaster doesn't always follow us! It's time to end the show so thanks for joining us!

"I don't know what's go-"

>Don't worry about it. This is aaaaall a dream!
Redheart wakes up.

"...it always involves them."

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>Dash
"Wonderbolt trainees"
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>Okay, so, there's been some questions, I take it?

"Where the hell did you go!?"

>Element of Harmony stuff you wouldn't understand.

"...Wait, world saving stuff?"

>Uh... not technically WORLD saving, but pony saving, sort of?

"And they needed you, specifically."

>Like I said, Element of Harmony stuff.

"Soooo... is this going to keep happening?"

>Probably not.

"Probably?"

>Well, sure, in the event of a catastrophe, I MIGHT have to abruptly leave you all, fly off and go assist my friends in defeating the whatever the fuck with the power of magic, but that only happens during disasters!

"...So, any time we would actually need you?"

>Dunno what you mean.

"It's just, you seem to be saying you'll leave only when there is an emergency."

"Which you'd think would be the time we need you the most."

>...Not following.

"...I feel fear."

>That's normal. NOW! DRILLS! Who's ready for drills?...

"...Is... is that how you end every conversation you don't-"

>DRILLS!

"...I wonder if the Empire is hiring..."

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>AJ
"???"
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She had been hoping her little revelation would be the least of her worries, the last really terrible thing to happen today, at least a brief respite from headaches that plagued her so.

She was, of course, wrong.

"Princess Applejack."

She went still as the voice called out to her in this otherwise empty hallway. Funny, she hadn't even heard a sound up to this point, in fact she hadn't even seen a castle attendant in some time. Curious as much as she was worried, she turned to face the one at the end of the hall.

>...Queen Gwendolyn?

She was more baffled than shocked. Confused down her spine as to what, possibly, had caused the Gryphon Matriarch to arrive like this.

Yet she offered no explanation as she regally paced towards the princess, head held high and breast puffed out in a huff.

>...What on earth are ya'll doin' here? We didn't schedule a royal visit.

"Indeed. I preferred this one be kept... low key. I'm doing my best to make it appear this is little more than a simple visit for relaxation, perhaps even giving hints I am personally chasing my wayward, adventurous spawn. I'll let the tabloids decide what, exactly, my frivolous choice for coming here was."

Suspicious eyes rose to meet the Queen's standing at attention as she finally reached her face to face.

>And what, exactly, are ya' actually doin' here?

"Do not play coy, Princess Applejack, we both know that no royal makes a move without politics involved."

>Ya' don't say.

"I do. Now, tell me, will this new... 'change' require any change in policy between our trades?"

>Iffin' yer' referrin' ta' them movin' out, Ah' don't see why it would.

"Again, I ask you not play coy with this. A former ally has just accepted a very large surplus of your enemies, ones who have defeated you quite soundly in the past, and they defeated, no you, when the invasion occurred. Again, I ask you, is this going to affect our political alliance?"

Her eyes narrowed, growing quite hard.


>Empire is, and always is gonna be, an ally o' ours, the fact they helped out some folks in a bad spot ain't gonna change nothin' fer' us, and yer' a dang fool iffin' ya' think Celestia or Twilight are gonna go at their relatives.

"So then, my land's continued trade of resources will not be affected by this?"

>It shouldn't. They didn't have no say in what we did before, they sure don't now.

"Really. Because as you know, quite a lot of my population has an... issue with changelings, for obvious reasons."

>Do ya' share it?

"Hardly. I despise the monster, but I'm not foolish enough to think them all capable of that."

>...

"Do you disagree?"

>Course not, none of 'em can grow like that, cept for Chitania.

"That's not what I meant."

>...Ah'm not worried.

The matriarch hummed thoughtfully, but did not pursue.

"Very well..."

>Seems like ya' got somethin' else ya' wanna say.

"Oh, nothing. I just find it odd you cast out all of them... except the beast. Every one of them... except their strongest."

>Ah' didn't cast out nobody. It was a misunderstandin' that got outta hoof.

She scoffed, not even so much as a hint she believed a single word.

"Sure it was."

With that, she brushed past, seeming to carry on her way.

"...It is unwise to grant your allies such powerful, motivated soldiers, by the way. Very little in this world is permanent, even, sometimes... family."

>They ain't soldiers. They're just lookin' for a home.

"When it comes down to a fight, it is impossible to tell them apart, I should have you know. A wise Queen would have made that home where their vast power could be put to the best use."

>Ah'm not a Queen.

A single, eagle-like eye flicked back, locking in on the apple princess.

"...No... you're not."

And then she continued on.

>...Freakin' politics.

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 >Fluttershy
"Pinkie"
~~~~~~

>...Did... did you bake forty cakes?

"Yep!"

>...But... why?

"To definitively prove it is not terr-"

>NO!

"..."

>NNNNNO! NO! NO NO NO NO NO!

"..."

>It is NOT funny, do you hear me!? THAT JOKE IS NOT FUNNY!

"..."

>Discord thought it was SOOOOO FUNNY, and he did it again and again and again and again and AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN! Why do you keep doing this!? WHAT IS SO FUNNY ABOUT REPEATING THE SAME JOKE OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVVVVEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!? ENNNNNOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUGHHHHHHH!

"..."

>...

"..."

>...By the way, um, I didn't want to say anything, but you've been acting very odd lately, is there something wrong?

"...I've been acting odd? Me."

>Yes.

"..."

>...What?

"..."

>...Oh, right... sorry.

"..."

>...it's not funny.

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 >Rarity
"Cadence"
~~~~~~

>Cadence, darling? I've got some more notes here regarding the changelings, I think if we-

"No need!"

>...

"..."

>...Oh dear, you've snapped and set fire to them all, haven't you? I understand, of course, the temptation gets the best of us all sometimes. Fortunately, I don't think this one will be very hard to cover up-

"No, silly, I mean there's no need! I've got all the paperwork in, they're all moved over and legally allowed to be here and do whatever they want, they're done!"

>...They're done?

"Totally done! No more paperwork for moving, no more paperwork for legal or working capabilities, no more nothing! All done!"

>...But, uh, what about-

"Don't worry, I'm sure they won't cause too much trouble. But you know what? I think I've earned me a full treatment! Total nine yards, with extra!"

>...

"Oh! Of course you can come along too, I wouldn't go without my helper, thank you so much!"

>...Oh, yes... of course... it's just, I don't feel like this is all-

"Spa dayyyyyy! You and me! Spa!"

>...Well, my hooves do feel a little sore-EEK!

"That's all the answer I need! EEEEEE! I feel like a billion bits! Did stuff! I ACTUALLY DID STUFF ALL THE WAY!"

>...Y-yayyy?

"EEEEEE!"

>...Is that a two for one sale with hooficure and hot stones?

"EEEE!"

>And... and sparkle shampooing...

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